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Depths	By : Chickzilla18 Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Mortality
- 2-Fishing
- 3-Feed
- 4-Tough Love
- 5-Depths
- 6-Desperation
- 7-Deep Trouble
- 8-Virtually Proven
- 9-Troubled Intentions
- 10-Paradise Lost
- 11-Place in Hell
- 12-Stronger
- 13-Sacrafice
- 14-Face
- 15-Void
- 16-New
- 17-Student
- 18-Heat
- 19-Firework
- 20-Christmas
- 21-Ugly
- 22-Hysterics
- 23-Record
- 24-Visitor
- 25-Beat
- 26-Rights
- 27-Feel It
- 28-Hurt
- 29-Red Hands
- 30-Tempt
- 31-Poison
- 32-Law
- 33-Splash
- 34-Wet
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The air was cold, and the rain fell down hard as Danny walked up to a gift shop near the beach parking lot. The whole place was deserted probably due to the weather and there was no chance of anyone seeing him. He grabbed a big rock and busted the window without a care in the world and crawled his way inside. It was full of basic beach necessities and many of the luxury items Danny had loved as a kid, like floaties, beach balls, surfboards, and fake fishing poles. He went straight for the rack that held a crap load of ugly swim trunks, grabbed a random pair that looked like would fit, and a beach towel and made his way back outside.
Danny was still very wet, and the idea of being dry was so far away from him at this point. The unforgiving rain pelted down on him, so he covered himself with a towel and started walking. He knew the walk to his house would be a long one, and he also knew the chances of making it there without being bothered by anyone was between slim to none, but he still traveled through the shortest route he knew.
He didn't stop. Not even when people called to him. Not even when people tried to stop him. He just kept walking, avoiding eye contact and staying away from other people.
Eventually, the rain stopped, allowing his raw and bleeding feet a chance to dry and stop rubbing painfully against wet concrete. He wished he had taken some wet shoes from the shop, but he didn't see them and he was too determined to make it home as fast as possible. The thought of a hot bath and a hot bowl of soup was an exhilarating thought that kept his feet from stopping.
His knees ached and his meatless thighs hurt, but he wasn't going to give up until he was safe in his home.
Danny shivered, clutching the damp towel around him tighter. He would probably be warmer if he lost the towel, but he wasn't ready for strangers to walk up to him in concern of his anorexic and naked appearance. He probably looked like he just escaped from a concentration camp.
He just wanted to be home, he couldn't believe that after all that pain and suffering he went through he was finally back on land, finally walking the path back to his normal life.
He was worried about his mom's reaction, how was she going to react when he waltzed right up to her door months after being taken. She probably thought he was dead. Hell, he probably even looked dead.
How long had he been gone anyways? He knew it had to be longer than just a few months but what year was it?
He stopped just long enough to look through one of those boxes that held the daily news and looked at the date, the street lamp is his only light source.
February 25, 2018.
He had been missing for almost 7 months. Danny nearly blacked out from the shock. He needed water and soon.
The first garbage can he saw he dove head first into, grabbing a tossed water bottle and downing the rest of its contents, immediately choking on it. He grabbed another one and drank it slowly this time, water had never tasted so good before.
Climbing out of the dumpster, he started walking again. He had already been walking for hours, and he was growing more and more tired, but he refused to stop and rest. He needed to be with his mother as soon as possible, show her he was alive, hug her tight and tell her that he loved her.
He couldn't stop, now that the prospect of being able to see his mother, his sister, and his friends again was so close he couldn't possibly waste another minute. He needed to be in someone's arms as soon as possible, someone who loved him.
When he finally made it onto his street, his pace picked up despite the pain and his exhaustion. He tripped on the stairs that lead up to his house, but he got up quickly, dropping the towel from around his shoulders and knocking frantically on the door. He winced as he banged his boney knuckles against the hardwood of the front door.
Nobody answered, and a tear dropped out of his desperate eyes as he knocked again, but he gave up almost immediately, knowing where they kept an extra house key.
It wasn't there. What happened to it?
He threw the mat away, only just noticing that the RV wasn't in the driveway.
His mom wasn't home?
Whatever he would just break a fucking window, nothing was stopping him from getting into the house.
Danny went down the stairs, picking up the towel on the way and went to the side of the house. He grabbed a big rock and busted the glass window with it, using the towel to protect his body from the broken glass and crawled inside.
He was finally home.
It was just how he remembered it.
Pictures still decorated the walls, the furniture was right where it used to be, and it still smelled like hot fudge and corn dogs. It was the sight, and the smell, that he needed to reassure himself that he was here. It grounded him in the present and kept him down to earth.
This wasn't a dream.
He was actually here, in his house.
A quiet happy sob left his throat, and another wave of tears dripped from his eyes.
He got up, and immediately went to the kitchen, opened up the fridge and grabbed the milk. He opened the lid and started drinking it straight from the bottle. His Dad used to do this all the time and he remembered how much his mother would hate it, even Danny used to be disgusted when he caught his father doing it, and now he felt like a giant hypocrite because here he was doing it without any care.
He stopped drinking when bile rose up in his throat, and he dove for the trash can just in time to empty what little there was in his stomach.
Coughing up what was stuck in his throat, Danny got up and grabbed a glass from the covered and filled it with water. He then went very to the pantry and grabbed the jar of peanut butter.
"Oh peanut butter," another wave of tears fell from his eyes as his mouth orgasmed at the taste of the creamy condiment. It was by far the most delicious thing he had ever experienced, he would never take it for granted again. After months of eating almost nothing but that disgusting raw seaweed, Danny thought the taste of peanut butter would surely be his fetish in the future.
Suddenly the kitchen light turned on and he was momentarily blinded. Danny hissed as he dropped his glass of water to cover his eyes.
He heard a gasp to his right and Danny nearly choked when his eyes adjusted to the light.
His Dad was standing there, with a bat slowly dropping from his hands.
Danny's grip on the jar of peanut butter loosened and it slipped from his fingers, dropping to the floor with a sharp thump.
"Dad?" He briefly wondered if his eyes were playing a cruel joke on him, that his brain was suffering so much malnutrition that it was making him think he saw his dead father.
But then his Dad was on his knees in front of him, at eye level with Danny, and gathering him quickly into his arms.
That warmth was real.
The tears falling on his shoulder were real.
The body he felt in his arms was real.
Another sob escaped Danny's throat, high pitched and sounding nothing close to noises his father was making into his shoulder.
How was this possible? He thought his father died shortly after Phantom kidnapped him. Did he escape?
No that wasn't possible; Danny had all the faith in the world for his father, but the man couldn't outrun a turtle on land let alone a pack of mermaids in water. It couldn't have been a boat either, the mermaid's would have taken it down when they realized he was being rescued.
No, he didn't escape, he had to have had help. Someone helped him escape.
Phantom helped him escape.
He helped his father escape all those months ago.
Why though? Why help his father, but not release him for 6 and a half months?
Why didn't he tell him he saved his father? Why allow Danny to go through the pain of losing his father if he had rescued him as he asked?
To protect him.
He realized if Phantom had told Danny that he saved his father, then the rest of the mermaid's in the cove would have read his thoughts and come after his very vulnerable self out of anger at Phantom. They would have ripped him apart whether Phantom wanted them to or not
Phantom definitely was selfish, that's for sure, but Danny would never call him a monster again.
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